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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:22 pm
Just like the Prince of Persia did after unleashing the sands of time, Ben began to realize that he might not have taken the best course of action. This realization came mostly from the fact that unlike a big breasted woman, Omi had little cushioning on his frame and wouldn’t provide soft landing; although the rising weirdness around his foe may have also contributed. But unlike the Prince of Persia, Benjamin could not ride time like a used 2 dollar whore and was forced to live with his decisions. So he’d have to just deal with his situation, a sad circumstance which involved hurtling over two laser beam like snakes while a third came crashing down from above meaning that either rising or falling was a bad choice. Not to mentioning the three glowing lights before him which probably meant that he was up for a second helping of Omi’s SNAKE TRIDENT OF JUSTICE. Suffice it to say, things were looking pretty bleak. Unless….Benjamin simply decided to simply move out of the way. Just one problem, he was AIRBORNE and without a flash step or double jump or screw attack in the list of the amazing thing he could to do, he was pretty much ******** was he? The answer is NO. Benjamin wasn’t ******** yet, not by a long shot. He was still breathing and still in control of all his limbs, so there was still hope. He just needed to figure out how to fly, and quick. So he began to charge up some energy in his legs as he tucked his body in as preparation for his flight out of this little cage and on towards victory. Whatever that might be.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 5:21 pm
That "three" would suddenly thrust upwards towards the falling Benjamin like a tri-blade ready to rip an opponent asunder. Fittingly enough, three serpents bound through the mildly distorted air, Omi's right ring and index fingers stretching out once again.. if there was a "slow-motion" feature in play, one would see the serpents bounding out like hungry, hungry demons ready to feast on their prey.
However, events didn't quite progress as one may've originally guessed. For the dark-clad warrior suddenly slapped his face with that left hand, fingers outstretched; viewing Benjamin between the cracks with that serpent behind the youth suddenly erupting into flame. Hydrogen gas tends to rise rather quickly after all, and Benjamin - even intending to escape quickly - was very much indeed airborne. Omi's left eye's vision became distorted to hell with eerily-colored flames, yet the right kept open with boundless enjoyment.
As did his teeth. For a second, at any-rate, as they suddenly clashed down to signal the newly procured serpent's ignition; all three's heads exploding into portable hells, and all three intending to greet the dear Benjamin personally, regardless of his intentions to flee.
Pure hydrogen-oxygen flames [as these would be given the air was still abundant with oxygen] burned at temperatures ranging about 1,040 degrees Fahrenheit, and in this instance, were only visible to the human eye thanks to the odd apparitions that trailed it, giving those flames a sickening, ghostly-red hue. Lighter than air was hydrogen, and so these flames that spawned were amazingly easy for Omi to swing about with those serpents. If you referenced the historic example of hydrogen's potential dangers, the [Hindenburg Airship], one would need to recall relatively few people died from the flames themselves because they would rise.
Not the case with Omi's [Serpentine Manipulation]; he would wrench those exothermic monsters of 4' diameter about like feathers and outright force them to bend unto his malicious desires. And assuredly, as the adrenaline began pumping in Omi Barsait's body to fill the pale-skinned combatant's entire being with dark, dark wishes for the opponent ahead - "malicious" was the most fitting term possible. The only thing burning hotter than that pincer attack, one slamming in from behind and three from the front spaced apart 8" each with the middle serpent aligned with the eye-serpent right along poor Benjamin's spine, was quite simply..
.. the long-haired, dark-clad manipulator's eyes, and his giggling. A laughter laced with such ominous glee, it would chill the stoutest of men. And two eyes so filled with desire to destroy the man descending towards Omi, one was as unnatural as the next.
Escape, failure to escape; irrelevant for now,
RAGNAROK BEGAN!
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:04 pm
The Haelstrom Fist That "three" would suddenly thrust upwards towards the falling Benjamin like a tri-blade ready to rip an opponent asunder. Fittingly enough, three serpents bound through the mildly distorted air, Omi's right ring and index fingers stretching out once again.. if there was a "slow-motion" feature in play, one would see the serpents bounding out like hungry, hungry demons ready to feast on their prey.
It was time.
Time to fly like an eagle, or rather a Samus. For as the snake trident burst into flame and heat seemed to assault Benjamin from all sides, he would uncurl his flying body as he leaned forward and...BOOOOM! (Part 1)
Once again using his chaotic energy as both a defense and movement technique creating a blast that was considerably less powerful than his first but still ample enough for his current purposes. A electric explosion that acted like a springboard causing him to bounce against air like a basketball against the court, going up once more and forward in an arc which coupled with his curling/uncurling action created a movement that but Samus's screw attack to shame.
The blast would also serve to slow down the snake crowding around, the winds generated by the force battering against these less dense helium snakes making Omi's job of containing them even harder. Helium snakes maybe faster because of their density but they were now also move vulnerable to being blow astray by the wind. Couple the difficulties of resisting their will to rise to the sky above with the force of storm winds and now Benjamin's chaotic fury? There had to be some sort of breaking point and if it was not reached, Omi would need a little moment to recover full control of his snakes while his was flipping over his head like a jackrabbit.
His legs having being tucked as he bounced, Benjamin found himself upside down during the aftermath of this first blast and getting progressively closer to the ground. Having used a half charge, and thus a smaller blast than before, he still had some juice left. Juice he would use up now as he clasped his arms together, stretched out on of his arms and uncurled his legs once more for a more streamlined body as....BOOOOM! (Part 2)...he utilized his body as a missle with this second blast serving to send him rocketing towards his not so soft target, Omi.
It was about time to Superman that Hoe!
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 10:48 pm
It was true; the price attached to loftier attacks was that they became more susceptible to mighty gales, and this was no exception. However, like a kite attached to a rather durable string with a steady and constantly retracting base - not to mention the fact while the gusts of air blowing off that lad's mid-air attack could be mighty, the storm winds were as chaotic as the dark skies above. Counting on a steady suppression in a favorable direction was eons beyond overly optimistic.
Still, Benjamin wedged his way past the initial salvo, and coupled this defensive maneuver into a wondrous offensive by contorting that body of his into an airborne missile. Impressive..
.. and yet, to Omi, it was all relatively predictable. He already assessed the prince as a melee-range fighter, and already bore witness to a blast of his strength; the fact they would eventually meet in close proximity never was steeped in doubt. Rather, it was banked on. Despite the stranger qualities of that day, Omi Barsait kept his cool and idly sat in wait while fighting rather passively. This allowed him to conserve his strength, not to mention concoct a number of quick go-to plans, where as Benjamin was gung-ho to dash, blast, twist, and soar his way into range to actually touch the dark-clad warrior.
An admirable desire - but the intent and the actuality would differ. Twiddling his tongue to draw that eye-bound serpent downward and force it to continue on track against it and the desperate air's wishes at the cost of decreased speed, his left hand scooped downward just before that humanoid drill would come into Omi's immediate proximity. A liquid, cool, gunky substance would run between those left fingertips..
.. and then in one simple motion, the scenario twisted again. Omi literally slung a hand-full of mud & low-cut grass, given plenty of time to moisten and soften with that constant rain, right into the easily open, streamlined face of the human projectile. As that left arm flung it upward with relative ease, so too did all of the man's body lurch forward quite forcefully. For you see, he had been sitting "Indian-style" in moistened, gradually loosened ground; changing position was as easy as lurching right ahead and into the ground ahead, mud caked along his pants-legs slopping along as those arms of his struck ahead like a soldier diving into a bunker.
" Naive!"
Was it a great distance covered? Non. Would it, legs still in place as Barsait's chin dug into the dew-drenched grass and his elbow-blades ground into the soil, place him just out of where he was a moment ago, past the enemy's trajectory by just enough as those limber fingertips & tongue of Omi continued dutifully dragging the 4' diameter masses of hydrogen flames that while being rained on and blown against with relatively decent force, still had quite little distance to cover before they would greet Benjamin - meaning the youth had little option to double back on Barsait 'lest he wanted scolded to death by three then one enraged serpents dragging red flames like they came from Hell itself? And would Benjamin then have to contend with hitting the ground right behind Omi in plush face-first and still having to contend with the wry Serpentine Manipulation artist so very close by on the ever-constant offense?
The answer to all of these was, resoundingly: yes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 6:09 am
The Haelstrom Fist
.. and then in one simple motion, the scenario twisted again. Omi literally slung a hand-full of mud & low-cut grass, given plenty of time to moisten and soften with that constant rain, right into the easily open, streamlined face of the human projectile.
Ben's face and body was indeed streamlined but it was not as 'open' as Omi seemed to believe. He had two hands clasped tightly infront of him after all, positioned foremost since he was trying to hammer Omi to the ground with his arms and not his head. Thus it would his arms and not his head that received a coating of mud, his head only getting some splattered above on below crusting his crown and giving him a dirty sanchez. Eww....
But the simple grace of sight could not change the fact that Omi was jerking forward and out of the way, leaving Ben with only the muddy grass as a landing zone. The ability to see Barsait move did give him a chance to reaction but its not like he could change his trajectory now with all his energy expired.
Or could he?
Sadly the answer was still no, he was going to hit where he was gonna hit. However, what he could change was how he hit his target. Especially if his target was moving that far off course.
Kicking his legs from side to side, Ben attempted to add some spin to his rocket while simultaneously widening his base. This would cause some drag and put a bit of strain on his muscles but it did give him the possibility of contact. As his body, his weapon changed from a narrow cylinder of death to a cone of death such that Ben's spinning, and partially outstretched legs would strike Omi's huddled form as he past by.
Regardless of how a pair of feet in his face/shoulder area affected Omi, it would send Ben into a tumble as he went sliding into the mud behind Omi. His hands crossing so that his gauntlets got the brunt of his squishy impact in the soggy ground. An impact which was admittedly softer than a full frontal impact to Omi's torso.
The only real impact how his feet affected his opponent was in whether he went tumbling on his own or with Omi, should his legs serve to up root his counterpart. Probably wasn't going to happen, but one could hope.
But since battles were not won on hope alone, Ben had a contingency. Once he came to stop a few yards behind Omi, his hand went in and out of his pants quickly retrieving a dagger he had yet to use thus far in the tournament. Its presence showing how much he had doubted his fisticuffs would be effective against a real hand to hand combatant, for it had been intended for use against Valentine.
But now it would serve another purpose as Ben chucked it back over to where Omi lay, hoping to get him as he rose back to stand as Ben assume he would with the danger gone.
Which it was not as Benjamin "The Danger" Nicolai was right on it heels, charging/wobbling forward as before the snakes around him be damned. They weren't biting at the moment, so why not take the opportunity? Running away wasn't gonna bring him closer to his goal.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 8:22 pm
Rushing headfirst into battle is rarely an acceptable strategy if the enemy is shrouded in smoke. To go in guns-blazing towards an opponent notorious for trickery or just generally odd maneuvers would be at best described as foolhardy. Sometimes, running the gauntlet with everything at your disposal being launched in a wave of glory was very much the correct decision to make, but when an opponent expects and even welcomes this approach, foolhardy indeed was the term most applicable to doing it all regardless. Like unloading all of a gun's ammunition on a shroud of smoke where one only thinks their opponent is standing.
Fitting in with this message was Omi Barsait, whom had managed to subtly control this encounter from the beginning. First, he made a few rather simplistic attacks to force his opponent to bridge their distance; that's stamina draining at absolutely no cost to the fighter himself. Secondly, he had been calmly analyzing those surroundings since before Sonners' henchman even had the gull to appear, and had the area roughly divided in distance and composition along with several concepts on how to capitalize on it all. Third, Benjamin, no doubt strong as he was, had exhausted too much too quickly and basically placed himself in harm's way solely to get a shot at inflicting damage, revealing chunks of his capabilities and methods of attack in the process; in short, Omi Barsait knew the battlefield exceedingly well, and now knew his opponent better than the opponent knew he. And as the prince would unfortunately find, knowledge..
.. was the ultimate extension of power. Know your enemy and know yourself, find naught in fear for 100 battles. And unfortunately, Benjamin had made his intentions glass-transparent.
Those flailing legs diffused the falling momentum, and while commendable for being a quickly improvised attack, would do exceedingly little other than perhaps catching one of Barsait's armored shoulders, not accomplishing much. Barsait was lurched over into the muddy ground, upper-body first; an improvised flailing would fail to uproot him at all, much less carry him anywhere. That would've required more proper foot placement as well as better momentum with the legs extended from the onset, not sheer moments before they'd touch.
Omi however, did not proceed to stand. Instead, he merely continued to drag those serpents down, by now having easily covered the minor distance above himself with the main three serpents as they screamed directly overhead, the feel of sickening heat so close that the mud-covered fighter could almost feel his hair catch ablaze if lowered any farther. The fourth now having had ample enough time to tail the rest by a good two feet.
While it would've been nice if that tuft of mud nailed the blond youth's face, it served a double purpose: going overhead, Omi could momentarily spot where the droplets of wet mud fell from Benjamin, giving him a good idea of the exact direction behind him the youth had landed. And as a sharp pain erupted into his mid-back, this pain being the dagger which would unless ridiculously thin only pierce in a little less than an inch or so thanks to the ring-mail armor after tearing through that dark cloth - this combined with the overhead flames showing off the youth's shadowy figure for the crouched over near-champion to spot, the boy had given Omi his exact position. For what?
Four orbs of hell that now intended to, whether Nicolai was ready for them or no, to roar through the storming hell and introduce their own layer of Dante's Inferno directly into his body. Four 4' diameter masses of hydrogen flame that were already coasting past Omi, his right gauntlet trudged in the mud as those fingers and that tongue glided about, and zooming in towards the 'prince' even as that dagger make its incision.
Good Ben didn't wish to run away from his ground-ridden opponent. And with the impact of the fall likely enough combined with mud weighing down his clothing at least slightly, mixed in with those serpents heading in like carnivorous sharks full-force and ready to drag the prince straight into the slums of the Fire Hell - well, he likely wouldn't need to!
Fortunate for all abound.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 9:20 pm
From the beginning Benjamin was on a kamekaze run, constantly charging towards the powerful magics his opponent had produced to attempt and cause as much trouble as he could. Having starting waaaay outside of his comfort zone and being out gunned from the get go, things had always seemed bleak. And as such, Benjamin had played this match like the survival mode of a video game, pushing himself to see how long he could go without being demolished. Every once and again there had been some sliver of hope, some golden opportunities of doing some real damage. Yet each turned out to be simply a mirage, a false hope that kept his spirit up so that would keep trying to beat the clock. Prolonging the match just a moment longer time and time again as he was not yet willing to accept defeat.
But this moment was different, as there were no more tricks to pull out of his hat and no more opening to which he could zoom off to and narrowly sneak past destruction. Nothing to do now but face the music, feed the flames and embrace the sweet relief of unconsciousness. Or that is what Ben began to think right before... something clicked.
The Haelstrom Fist This pain being the dagger which would unless ridiculously thin only pierce in a little less than an inch or so thanks to the ring-mail armor after tearing through that dark cloth
The literal clink/click of metal against metal gave Benjamin that insight, that small sliver of knowledge that he didn't have before, which would allow him to do the impossible once more. And this bright discovery was the fact that his opponent's torso was completely covered in metal. Information which he had not been privy too before, seeing as only the pauldrons were visible. This was the knowledge, the light in the darkness which would allow the blond to do something more, to put off defeat for a moment longer and drag fight out even further.
How?
By giving in to his building exhaustion and letting someone or something else do his work for him. Benjamin would let his feet give out, his legs sliding forward as he body fell back to meet the floor in a swift transition from running charge to baseball slide. So now instead of him struggling for ground, he let his momentum and the smooth buttery avenue of soaked earth move him forward as he slid the few feet to his opponent hitting him such that his legs straddled Barsait's and his hips joined with his foe's. He relied on the abrupt change from a standing to prone position and short distance to cover to keep the snakes off him for a moment longer so that he could activate his powers once more.
"Hmmm...."
This time there was no BOOM, no burst of electricity, no explosion. Simply the a soft hum as Ben's powers traveled through wire instead of air, circling around a circuit many in a flash to generate a magnetic force. A brief but strong magnetic pull that would tug at the metal garments Omi relied on for protect in an effort to drag Omi's torso on top of his own, an action very much like someone opening up Ben's folded foe like a book.
Ben now relying on the assumption that Omi could not withstand his own flames to give him another moment of respite to gather his whits and do something productive.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 9:28 am
Misfortune.
A trait of battle that plagued many the best approaches.
Firstly, Omi was more or less prepared for dealing with his own flames, in a variety of ways. The foremost being the fact the mass of crimson in him that formed his trademark serpents ran throughout the man's blood stream, and acted as a repellent from the skin onward towards flames he spawned; it would be different were it fire created by someone or something else. An individual with a flamethrower would be besides disturbing, a viable threat towards Barsait - but his own flames would be repelled like two items of the same polarity.
The second being his tungsten steel-alloyed armor. Tungsten, having one of if not the highest melting point (3,422 °C, 6,192 °F), and highest tensile strength under extreme temperatures (1,650 °C, 3,002 °F+) - was the ideal component of protection for this individual, even if it was a bit hefty to run around in. And Omi's head, covered in wild, lengthy hair though it was - had been dunked against the mud below, currently. It really only made sense; only a fool wouldn't take precautions against the nature of their own abilities, it was asking for mishap not to.
Yet another factor reigned its ugly head: Omi may have not been viewing his opponent all too well, but he could see the shadow shaking - and more importantly, he could hear those footsteps slosh in the mud. It wasn't going to be terribly difficult to readjust the mid-air serpents, literally right above Omi's person, to instead crash down directly behind him.
But as Barsait was, admittedly with a bit of confusion flooding his face, bent backwards bit by bit - something else would strike Benjamin first. Something he truly should have given a little more thought upon before pulling this maneuver. Perhaps he would hear a tiny clatter of it exiting the ring-mesh before it twirled through that tiny bit of space, lashing into the youth.Quote: Once he came to stop a few yards behind Omi, his hand went in and out of his pants quickly retrieving a dagger he had yet to use thus far in the tournament. Its presence showing how much he had doubted his fisticuffs would be effective against a real hand to hand combatant, for it had been intended for use against Valentine. But now it would serve another purpose as Ben chucked it back over to where Omi lay, hoping to get him as he rose back to stand as Ben assume he would with the danger gone.
Now we had yet another unforeseen factor to consider: pure tungsten wasn't ferromagnetic; rather, it reacted very poorly, if at all, to magnetism. However, steel of course did - and this armor was alloyed with it. But the composition was more tungsten than steel, so that factor combined with the weight that magnetic man had to draw Omi from (186 lbs. plus the weight of his various gear, putting it up to around 202 lbs.) - as well as the consideration that Omi plopped right into the mud and it would take an errant second to drag him out of that..
..well, in a few seconds, Omi would fly backwards into Benjamin in the style the blond youth desired. But the four serpents who were very much literally chomping at the bit, had no such considerations, simply being crashed down in a measly arc behind Barsait to strike the (now relatively "stuck") opponent in plush, against the ground.
Part of being an experienced fighter in these sort of competitions was capitalizing on every scenario imaginable, but most of all, capitalizing on luck. And Barsait, an uncertain expression plastered on his face as that body began to trudge out of the mid and arc backwards while the 4 4' serpentine masses from hell would bombard that opponent unless he had quite a tricky method of escape which would be almost impossible given their posturing..
.. well, who was Omi Barsait to turn away good fortune?
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:33 am
There was no such thing as luck, only random chance, but there was such a thing as foresight. And although foresight wasn't 20-20 like its brother hindsight, it did indeed become exceedingly helpful in a pinch. Ben had some measure of foresight, to think at least a little ahead and as such had done several things a long time ago, back when he was prepping his equipment, each of which would allow him to stay alive in this instance.
For one, all of his weapons: buckler, sword, knife/dagger were made completely of metal for the sole purpose of allowing him to retrieve them quickly via magnetism and not get his hand chopped off. So in this instance, although his blade would come out of Omi's torso, it wouldn't go flying blade first but hilt first, right towards Benjamin's chest. Since his hands, or rather his gauntlets on the back of his hands, were where the wires, aka the source of this magnetic force, were located. Meaning his chest would throb from the rapid impact of handle against flesh but it wouldn't be the "OH s**t!" pain of having stabbed himself.
Secondly, all of his clothing was weaved from nomex, a fiber which was similar to Omi's tungsten as they both served to give their wearer some resistance to fire. Why would Ben, a meta whose powers were of an electric nature, need such protection? Well, stray sparks tended to light fabrics on fire every now and again and Ben would prefer not to walk around in burning clothes. Combining the fire resistance of nomex with the resistance of several posts of not wearing an umbrella in a lightning storm meant that Ben had a few seconds before those snakes melted him to a crisp.
So Ben had a few seconds before what had been a painful nightmare became a painful reality and he was not going to get stabbed with his own knife. Both two good turn of events but there was not much he could do with that time or lack of bleeding. It seemed like his precautions although noteworthy would result in no change in his predicament.
But that was good enough because his magnetic pull was working on Omi, the weather amplified pulse dragging the 100 or so pound load, as Ben was only really trying to/needed to pull the torso of his opponent, on top of the blond. The few seconds needed for the results to be shown granted by the meager resistance put up by the fabric of his clothing and sogginess of his body.
And once Omi was ontop...
The Haelstrom Fist The foremost being the fact the mass of crimson in him that formed his trademark serpents ran throughout the man's blood stream, and acted as a repellent from the skin onward towards flames he spawned
...the act of flipping Omi over onto himself would also deliver a second stab, as the dagger and Omi's mail met again albeit a bit harder than before. A second stab to same spot would surely bring about more pain and bloodshed. A little rotating of his hands as the pull faded would also serve to twist the knife deeper into the wound.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:02 pm
Benjamin Nicolai was still engulfed in the illusion of gaining victory via closing their physical distance; a matter Omi Barsait would reveal for the folly it had unfortunately became with a very quick, but distinct.. "HaHAAAAHAHAHAHA~! MY WIN." .. cackle of laughter, filled to the brim with such an ominous quality that it could easily chill the stoutest of men to their very bone. Arrogance from a fighter who rarely made such boisterous claims?
Omi Barsait felt his upper-torso begin its rapid folding motion - but would not let that go without punishment for the youth now quite obviously behind him via the feel of the boy's legs. How would this punishment ensue? Simply put: mid-swing, the man shifted his weight onto the right arm, quickly crashing himself with instead of against the magnetic force to enhance a fierce, tungsten-tipped elbow-blade bash right into Nicolai's waist prior to their final connection. This would land in, fittingly, right after the knive's handle-bashing. In fact, that little impaction along with the youth positioning the correct hand to grasp it proper, would likely distract him from the massive strike.
If that wasn't bad enough, Barsait also racked his skull back into the motion mid-swing as well, serving two-fold: first, to crash against the lad's (presumably) upper-chest which fortune-favored would now be a mid sore with that awry knife-handle smacking it, and two, to keep the back of his skull cushioned and protected. Sure, the head in whole could be struck - but Benjamin had no means of restraining Omi's arms yet, and neither would it be an easy process given the magnets in Nicolai's gauntlets would ironically would make keeping the serpentine manipulation artist's arms close with those opposing limbs an easy, easy task.
And now came the worst news of all, with two phases. The first being, the functionality of a curved knife, which is indeed the composition of the "dagger" Benjamin utilized. 7" blade, curved - there was a slight problem with curved daggers, in that while great for slashing without getting stuck in human bone, or possibly for religious purposes - they were terribly poor when it came to stabbing purposes. Given their main function is slicing, a curved knife so thin it could pierce through the rings of Barsait's chain-mesh all the way was.. unlikely. All that would occur, is the tip of the blade managing to penetrate, before the widening curve would be stopped cold in its progression. It wouldn't feel pleasant, but to say it was a particularly deadly risk even if twisted was absurd as well. Ring-mesh was designed above all else to prevent slashing blows by an edged weapon and penetration by thrusting and piercing weapons, you see.
It was theoretically possible for Benjamin to instead take that curved blade and slash open Omi's throat, or drive the tip into a temple - except for one glaring flaw! Gaian Tenkaichi Budoukai III Rules & Regulations Each fight will consist of two fighters meeting up at a single arena, which will be an arena all fights will have the same in terms of layout for each round. Winning is accomplished by KO, ringout, submission, or judge's ruling. Killing a person will result in a disqualification.
The second factor, was that while yes, the serpent mass inside of him repelled the flames he himself created- it wasn't like bug repellent. It was, plain and simple, the factor that allowed him to spark those flames without killing himself, the "manipulation" in the term Serpentine Manipulation. You could again, liken it to two magnets of the same polarity. But, while Omi did have an arrant second or two before his body dug onto Benjamin like an open book, the serpents had no such deterrent. In short.. they'd have reached Nikolai first, and wouldn't just be scattered away.
One would be sandwiched, catching Omi's clothing ablaze with ease though the tungsten beneath stood fast, between the two fighter's bodies; the man who currently weighed more and had more force to apply downward thanks wholly to the magnetic draw, and likely the only man who would withstand those embers using his own body as a method of grinding that "eyeball" serpent, the dark-clad fighter's left eye finally wincing shut with tears, directly into the lad. The remaining three from earlier, Barsait now having an easy method of craning his head back a little to get a look at how they were going to arc in again thanks to Benjamin's magnetic draw, would with a rapid flicking of that wry tongue, come in at three points low to the ground:
Serpent A, from the north to crash directly into Benjamin's upper-most body.
Serpent B, crashing into where the left arm would be.
Serpent C, crashing into where the right arm would be.
His left hand, looking like it was gripping a sword, was crushing those 4' diameter flames as they began their very low-ground entry, into elongated and thinner shapes to just grind into the youth. It didn't matter if his clothing was resistant to catching ablaze with this offensive salvo, and thanks to Omi being on top of Benjamin thanks entirely TO Benjamin, there was no possible means of escaping that spot that came to mind. Even if Nicolai expertly managed to repel or maneuver out of the way of two of the masses of flame, it'd be all but impossible to do the same to the other two - risky and deadly though this was, some of the flames dimmed down a hint by that constant rain but still plenty enough for the job. And to make it all the more dire: if Benjamin attempted to push Omi off and attempt a harrowing escape? Impossible. Nicolai's own gauntlets would draw Barsait right back onto him.
This was going to be a hydrogen flame BARBECUE!
The snake had ensnared its prey. Time to feast.
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